The Lightning Dragon In Harry Potter

With the sharp blade piercing his chest from behind, Lockhart's wand plunged directly into the stone wall in front of him with tremendous force.

Am I going to...die again?

Lockhart fell to his knees weakly, his gray pupils gradually dilating.

Luke 's footsteps sounded behind him, each step echoing loudly in the quiet space.

But to Lockhart, the sound was like a death knell, announcing his inevitable end.

"Congratulations, Professor Lockhart. Now you are an...undead," Luke said, choosing his words carefully as he patted Lockhart's shoulder and chuckled.

Hearing this, Lockhart froze for a moment.

He looked at the deformed blade of his wand, firmly embedded in the stone wall. He could feel that it had indeed pierced through his entire chest.

But—why am I not dead?

He remembered being killed just moments ago, so what was the corpse on the ground that looked exactly like him?

His mind was tangled with too many questions.

"Professor Lockhart, did you hear me?" Luke asked, noticing Lockhart's dazed expression, and patted his shoulder again.

"...What you just did was an illusion, right? I was killed by you!" Lockhart murmured, still in shock.

"No, it wasn't an illusion," Luke replied. "You were killed, but now you are part of a different reality. Welcome to your new existence."

Lockhart's eyes widened, trying to comprehend his new state of being. He looked down at his chest, where the wound should be, and found himself unscathed. The corpse on the ground was a haunting reminder of what had just occurred.

"How...how is this possible?" Lockhart stammered.

"It's complicated magic," Luke said with a smile. "You're still alive, but in a way that defies the normal rules. Consider it a second chance, of sorts."

Lockhart's mind raced, trying to process everything. He had been killed, yet here he was, standing, talking, and very much alive. It was a reality he couldn't fully grasp, but one he had no choice but to accept.

"Didn't you say, now you are undead."

Luke shook his head, used a summoning spell to retrieve the blood-stained knife, turned it into a mirror, and handed it to Lockhart.

"You are indeed dead now, and your soul has been summoned by me again," Luke said softly.

"This is me?"

Lockhart took the mirror subconsciously and saw his new, strange appearance. There were odd pieces of paper on his chest, repairing the wound where the blade had pierced him.

He reached out to touch the wound, but he couldn't feel any pain.

"What did you do to me?" Lockhart asked, trying to suppress his mixed emotions.

"I just took your soul from the hands of death," Luke shrugged.

Took my soul? From the hands of death...

Normally, Lockhart would have thought Luke was a lunatic, but now his body lay beside him, the blood not yet coagulated.

"What do you want to do?" Lockhart stood up and turned to Luke . After killing him, Luke had resurrected him. Lockhart couldn't understand why.

"No idea, I just wanted to try this spell to see if it works," Luke replied truthfully.

After all, he had intended to use Lockhart as an experiment from the beginning to see if there was a pure land in this world. The result was a success.

"You killed me just to experiment with a spell?!"

Lockhart's gray eyes widened, his nose twitching with anger. He had already been killed once; he had nothing to fear now.

"You still wanted to use the Oblivion Charm on me," Luke said, walking over to Lockhart's body and collecting his blond hair in a jar to prevent any accidents.

"I—"

Lockhart stared at Luke 's handsome face. I just wanted to make you lose your memory, but you play with my soul like a devil!

He eyed the sharp blade on a stone wall, which had been deformed by a magic wand. If he could just get that wand, he might have a chance to die with this damn demon.

Noticing Lockhart's intention, Luke resignedly snapped his fingers. Immediately, Lockhart's body froze.

"I put a spell on your body. You can't do anything against my will."

Unless Lockhart could unlock the spell Luke had used to control him, he was powerless.

"But that's impossible," Luke continued, "because I'm the only one in the world who can use it."

"You'd be a fool not to be the Dark Lord!" Lockhart spat out, gritting his teeth.

"Thank you, Tom also said that," Luke replied, igniting a flame with his wand. The scorching heat radiated from the fire, as if it could burn through anything.

A fire spell? Lockhart's mind raced with dread as he realized what Luke intended. Under Lockhart's disbelieving gaze, Luke set the body aflame, incinerating it completely until not even ashes remained.

The Fire-Making Charm proved to be quite effective, Luke thought with a hint of satisfaction.

"Alright, don't glare at me like that," Luke said, noticing Lockhart's murderous look. He walked over slowly. "Don't you see? You're still alive and well, aren't you?"

"And most importantly, you now have an endless lifespan and an immortal body," Luke continued, his voice laced with a twisted sense of generosity.

Lockhart glanced at Luke , then slowly looked down, pondering the weight of those words. "The only condition is to surrender to me," Luke added, a sly smile curling his lips as he met Lockhart's pale blue eyes.

"It's a good deal, after all."

Lockhart's tone dripped with sarcasm. "Didn't you take me on the spot as an experiment?" He hadn't forgotten the eerie calm with which Luke had announced his intentions.

But the prospect of an endless lifespan and an undead body... He looked at his reflection in a nearby mirror. The cracks on his face could be covered, and perhaps a transformation spell could alter his eyes. The idea of immortality was tempting.

"It doesn't matter; your answer isn't that important to me," Luke remarked, unfazed by Lockhart's sarcasm. "After all, I can control you at any time."

After a long, tense silence, Lockhart finally spoke. "Deal!" He slowly raised his head, his voice resigned.

"A wise choice," Luke said, extending his hand. After a moment's hesitation, Lockhart took it. As he looked into Luke's bright, smiling face, a chill ran down his spine. It was terrifying to realize that a second-year student had mastered such a powerful and dark spell.

Luke released Lockhart's hand and used a spell to repair the cracks on Lockhart's face. "When the semester ends, you'll secure me a position at the Ministry of Magic," Luke instructed, outlining the first task.

Lockhart glanced at the ring on his hand and suddenly understood something. The ring wasn't just a trinket; it was a binding, a reminder of the deal he'd struck. Luke had not only resurrected him but had also tied him to a new fate, one that promised power and endless life, but at the cost of his freedom and morality.